Joss said nothing as Calen hovered close to him as they walked. He made no snide comments, no insults, no expression of annoyance. Normally he'd have spoken freely, and it wasn't as if he didn't feel annoyed, but he also knew that driving off the only person that was willing to help him in this moment was a bad idea.
Instead he kept his mouth closed in a thin, determined line as he left the main road and began weaving through alleys. The home was more like a hovel as Joss approached. It was in a sketchy part of the city, although given it was Zantaric the same could be said for most parts of the city.
Joss knocked unceremoniously before stepping back and waiting. It was almost a minute before the door cracked open, just enough for the grey-haired occupant to look them over warily before opening it wider. The woman was older, but stood strong and straight despite her grey hair, her brown eyes were still bright, and she appraised them with a stern frown.
"Phara, I trust you to be discrete, as always." Joss said flatly, with a very small gesture in Calen's direction, one that the mage wasn't particularly meant to see.
"Of course. Well, come in then." She stepped aside and beckoned them in. "You don't look mauled by a demon this time, so consider me curious. Especially since I've never seen you bring a...guest."
